Page 17 of The Rough Ride (Sanctuary, Inc. #3)

I llusia dropped her binoculars and ducked before Liz’s car rolled past her.

Wow. Judging by the show she’d seen, Nick and Liz were joined at the hip. Literally. She needed a shower. Peeping made her skin crawl and itch. She wasn’t a pervert.

He really should invest in some drapes.

Nick had done quite well for himself judging from the gaze she’d had into that loft. Maybe she should’ve held onto him a little longer than one night, kept his phone number in her private contacts?

Nah. He’d only distract her from her primary goal with those piercing blue eyes and solid biceps. She’d sacrifice another round with him to reach her objective.

She never thought following Liz after work would lead to this . She’d wanted to light up Liz’s night another way, get it done once and for all, but information was valuable. It gave her strategy more options.

She wouldn’t move too fast. Her brother always had big ideas and moved quickly. That’s how the feds nailed him for hacking into the social security website. Jazz’d been so excited he succeeded that he forgot to remove a smidgeon of metadata on his way out.

A big mistake. No plea deal.

The big house or the military? Don’t believe them when they say it isn’t an option anymore.

Hacking for the military was an option he couldn’t refuse.

It had cost him everything.

Illusia wiped the tears from her cheek and tossed the wrapper from the burger she’d eaten for dinner on the floor of the sedan.

She was a better hacker than Jazz and visited government sites all the time.

Maybe when this was all over, she’d work for Anonymous or some other unseen organization. She had serious skills to offer.

And patience—lots of patience.